Half an hour of driving on the asphalted highway from the airport up to the center of Conakry so have quickly flown, that we had not time to admire the beautiful garden city which has stretched on 16 km. In its streets high coconut palm trees with wide leaves, mighty, in two grasps is dense-green trees of a mango proud, giants almost deprived foliage baobabs which mighty branches are capable to sustain weight of a steam locomotive, and magnificent bright green silk cottons improbable thickness and height grow. They cover with impenetrable foliage of the house.
We have gone on a city market. How many paints and sounds! Bright attires of women and men. A noisy dialect. Silvery mountains of a fish. Guttural barracking of the sellers who are praising highly the goods, bleating of the goats brought on sale, bark of dogs, scurrying between legs, whistles of policemen, frequent fraction of a drum tam-tam under which sounds guys dance.
How many here gifts of the sea and the generous Guinean ground! A flounder, a tuna, the halibut, sardines… On palm leaves mountains of the cleared oranges rise. Huge a sheaf of bananas. Them eat crude, fried and baked. Fragrant fruits of a mango. Yam - a sweet potato. Greater, sweet roots similar to a giant beet cassava - plants with a high thin stalk and sprawling leaves. Beside roots ямса lay, at cooking it becomes white, friable. Corncobs, pineapples, coffee grains, beans of cocoa, nuts coca-cola, bags with snow-white rice…
The market lived, boiled, as suddenly the sky has darkened, blaze from the end in the end a lightning and the rain has rushed. For the first time we have understood, that such a tropical downpour. It seems, that from the sky falls are plunged. The elements stormed half an hour. Then the rain as has suddenly stopped, as well as has begun, and through breaks in clouds has looked out the hot African sun. The area quickly dried out, as if a hot plate, and was smoked the ferry. In bright beams of the sun all has found former clearness and brightness.